डाइरी भर गयी है मेरी...

डायरी भर गयी है मेरी, कुछ छोटी और पतली सी ही थी

काफी साथ दिया था इस डायरी ने

मेरी कविता के पौधे को पेड़ बनते देखा है इसने

पेंसिल और डायरी यही तो थे मेरे अकेलेपन के साथी...

याद है मुझे आज भी वो दिन जब ट्रेन के सफ़र में डायरी और पेन्सिल की दोस्ती हुई थी

पहले दिन महफ़िल काफी लम्बी सजी थी.

पूरी तीन कविताओं के बाद ही आराम किया था हमने

सफ़र लम्बा था ट्रेन का, कहने के लिए लोग भी काफी थे आस-पास

मैं बस अपने नए यारों संग खुश था, डायरी, पेन्सिल और वो नयी जन्मी कविता की कलियाँ...

आज भी डायरी संग है मेरे

अकेली, दबी हुई सी, बाकी किताबों के नीचे

वो कलियाँ पेन्सिल से जो बनायीं थी, कुछ धुंधली सी दिखती हैं अब

मैंने भी इन कलियों की तस्वीर निकाल कर लैपटॉप में सजा दी है...

जब से लैपटॉप से दोस्ती हुई है डाइरी कुछ ज्यादा ही मायूस सी लगती है

ये नया दोस्त भी कमाल का है,

नये-नये चेहरों से मिलवाता है मुझको चेहरों की एक किताब में...

दोस्तों से याद आया, आते थे जब भी डायरी जरूर पूछते थे सभी

अब दोस्त भी ज्यादा आते नहीं और डायरी भी बैठी है गुमसुम सी कहीं

वो सब भी मुझसे और डायरी से लैपटॉप में ही मिल जाते हैं...

कुछ नंबर और पते भी लिखे थे पीछे कहीं डायरी में,

कि अब ख़ास नंबर फ़ोन में ही रख लेता हूँ और पते तो रोज ही बदल जाते हैं

अब तो बस यूँ ही कभी देख लेता हूँ डायरी,

वो कुछ बची हुई पेंसिल की लिखाई की तस्वीर के बहाने.

कि डायरी अब भर गयी है ...

Curious case of d IT guy

My 1^st attempt in fiction... In conversation bold + italic for Saanj  

Scene: Sunday, time : around 5:00 PM

Ring at my door bell...

Hey Ank...period...( this is Sanjana my friend...Interior Designer...called me or I would prefer informed me on this Tuesday that we both will be going for the movie)...

Saanj...Surprise...you didn’t call me that u r coming !!!

Whaat...no no it’s ok, it’s ok ...come

Ank what is this ?

What I didn’t get you...

This you are in shorts...so whats d problem in shorts...saaf suthra hai yaar...chalo chodo

Have seat yaar...kya logi ?...real...maza...Malya ki cold drink yaa phir garmagarm hot asli adrak ki chai...

Btw you are looking beautiful... J

(No reaction)...Ank you IT guys are always like this (attitude in looks)...

IT...what you mean by IT ! (question marks on my face)

What is this...I called you on Tuesday that I will be coming here... and here you are in shorts...and this...this your laptop...I don’t know who created this hell thing and some ppl lyk u can’t even leave this alone...

Saanj wats d problem...IT...laptop...(pretending again to be innocent) J

We planned for d movie at 7:00...and you...you know  how i managed my day...thought of spending  some quality time with you...but you selfish...don’t even bother about my feelings...my likingsL

Hey hey...Saanj...chill chill kool down...don’t worry I am alone here...frns are outside...

So whaat...wat you mean by you are alone...

Arreee...we are spending na quality time...Wait we will have hot adark ki chai...

Hot adrak ki chai...wats special in hot adark ki chai...

U know d special thing...just wait 5 mins J

U can surf for d tym J

Surf ...m not lyk u ppl...google...youtube...and dat shit loud  music...

Ok ok...jus do what you want to do...1 sec just minimised this...

What is this...show me...nothing office work...

Office work...ohhhhhh Gaaaud....

U n ur IT.

(After 5 mins having hot adark wali chai...with Saanj) J

So hows Tanya...mmm c z gud...went for outing wid her boyfriend...

Ank really I like this ginger tea...adrak wali chai... :)

Hummm Tanya’s boyfriend...d banker guy, I guess...

Yea...Tanya is lucky girl...Varun cares her too much...

(In the mean tym I got a call from my senior colleague) L

Yea...ok*******************************.....

1 sec  Saanj...need to look at  what my colleague mentioned...

Actually next week is release ...

Release whats dat ???? I know only movie release...

Ok ok ...its like when movie release date comes close...every star does promotional activities, reality show  appearance and all...so same I need to increase my screen appearance and  to stretch more and more...

OK...Btw Ank what is this...this... this is IT...:)

Ohhho stop kidding me... m just asking what kind of work you do...

Sorry... social engineering is not allowed :)

Social engineering...ohh my god...what's that...

Nothing but project things are not supposed to be discussed with outsiders...

Outsiders...(now I realized what i did)...

I am outsider...I can show you my expensive designs...and at your turn no outsiders...

I didn’t mean that...no I know... u IT ppl think that you only are utilising your brains and rest of the world is dumb...low IQ...

You know rishta aaya tha mere liye software engg ka...3 saal se UK me hai...but maine papa se mana ker diya...

 (Saanj doesn’t use Hindi much, but when she does...I can understand) ...

ye ye kya  tha tumhare room ka haal...maine aake sahi kiya tha ye room...ye parde...bedsheet sab meri choice ke hain...tum jaante kya ho...hot adrak wali chai...Malya ki cold-drink, real, tumhare ye dumbbell ,tumhari poem, blog, tumhara project, tumhari team aur sabse bada ye...ye laptop...

Kitani baar tumse kaha iPhone lelo...Tanya’s BF used to change his cell in every 3 months...but tumhare to logic hi alag hain... poori duniya se alag...

(iPhone why iPhone discussion here ?)

OK OK..kool down...Now listen first thing all IT guys are not like me, you are pointing d whole community...

Nahin sab ek jaise hain...galle me patta daal ke ghoomte hain...

(Ohhh my IT GOD please help me)...ok ok...sare IT wale ek jaise hain...

But yahan pe Tanya ka boyfriend kahan se aa gaya (what kind of comparison is this IT Vs Bank guy)

Varun 3 mahine me phone badlata hai...Tanya uski girlfriend kabse hai...

Last 4 months se...

(here I got the point to command the situation)

Last 4 months...do you ever try to think how long Tanya’s relationship is going to last with Varun.

And 1 more thing come here...why do I need an iPhone...cum...see this ...

I can make a phone call, conference call, Fax call, VOIP call, video call********....

Question marks on Saanj’s face...what is this (in low voice)...

This is IT...and please don’t torture me with the name of IT, I have no answers for your questions.

The thing is, I am in IT because its here with me...in my name...(ankIT)...

(In the spirit of Slumdog Millionair) IT’s written.

(Now I can feel the winning smell, after a mini speech )

Thats why I told you that day, jus call me ank not ankIT...

And you know Saanj, why I call you Saanj...

Why ?

Tum kabhi kisi baat ke liye naa nahin bolti... J

(Saanj lyk dis sense of humor...I guess every girl)

Ab Saanj naa mat bolna please...

I have to complete my work...you jus see my album...childhood pics...novel ...n let me know if you want hot adark wali chai J

And we are going na...dinner... quality time...

वो कलम जिससे मैं प्यार लिखता था ...

वो कलम जिससे मैं प्यार लिखता था आज भी मेरे पास है

पर वो दवात प्यार की चल दी थी तुम संग कहीं

बची-खुची स्याही से लिखे थे एक-दो कागज

बिना स्याही के कलम जंक खा जाती शायद

तो अब मैं दर्द की स्याही से लिखता हूँ

कमी नहीं है ना... 

और इसी बहाने कहीं-न-कहीं तुम्हारा जिक्र भी आता है... 

मोहब्बतों के पत्ते...

मोहब्बतों के पत्ते गिरते रहते पेड़ से,

प्यार की जमीं की ओर

कुछ हैं जो उड़ते-भटकते इधर-उधर हवा संग

कुछ खुशनसीब होते हैं, मिल जाती है जमीं जिनको,

खाद बनकर हो जाते हैं फ़ना...

ANGEL @ the FOODCOURT

She was holding her purse and mobile with one hand and the meal plate with the other one. Trying to keep the balance because now plate is having enough North Indian meal. I guess no one is there with her. Once I thought of asking her if she need any help, but I guess its not a new thing for her. It’s  second or third time I saw her in foodcourt. But why I am looking at her instead of having my lunch properly. “Today we are having session”, my teammate cum lunch mate reminds me. Hummmm …dan need to finish ….last tym  we were late in session…hummm…

OMG wats that a handful of oily-oily chips there in her plate…is this something... cute girls prefer those…yea really cuuute (u can understand why m giving stress on word cute ). There were enough girls better than her but why I am looking at her….why…ohhhhhhh…dan my mind switched from parallel processing mode (having lunch... discussing project things... new features …cracking  jokes which no 1 can understand...so many things)…

Now I realized why I am looking at her…she is my college senior…may be super senior…she is somewhere in my secondary memory…that’s why my eye-RAM is still pointing her. Now she is looking for a place to sit. Its impossible this girl is not having any boy-friend…friend…teammate …lunchmate…hummm that day also she was sitting alone in lunchtime. What’s wrong with you boyz…jus see, she is like an angel…naturally beautiful…simple…grey eyes…I guess around 5’…enough for the tag cuuute, and not having any BF…these all animated girls are with their BFs and this angel is still looking for a place to sit.


Why she is not looking here, 1 chair is here just next to me. Hummm may be I am not inside her secondary memory, so that processing thing is not happening with her.
”yaar tu aaj bhi gaali khilayega…abe khana to khale “,my frnd again reminds me…yes we are getting late. I was done within next 3 mins and ready to blast in the session. OMG she is sitting here only, next to me…and all focus is on lunch plate, no chance for eye-RAM kind of thing…


“Abe ab kya ho gaya…koi nayi gatha shuru hone wali hai kya”…mmm nothing I guess we r getting late…
Now we are heading towards our building but still some of my pointers are pointing to that scene in the past...
/*
I am coming from front gate with my friends, some girls are coming out from their hostel. I guess girls also used to sleep late night like us, dats why some of them are having wet hair, just coming out from shower. And there is a girl putting her small-small steps abruptly, holding some library books getting late for her class. And we guys are going like, having some kind of licence of that road, only we can walk on this (chaude hoke chal rehe hain).

"Excuse me", somewhere from background...yea sure...

*/

"Maharaaj aapki aagya ho to session me chalein"...yea sure...

Really  world is round as well as not so big if our secondary memory has enough space for storage and our all processors are working fine... :)

P.S. :  All girls are angels for me :)

P.S. : Sorry girls for using word animated…as per d demand of story I used  :)

 

बरसात के दिन @ DUN

आसमां से बरसती बूंदों को देख, बीती बातें याद आई अनेक

इस रिमझिम सी बरसात में, कभी भीगा था मैं दून में...

वो दिन ही कुछ रंगीन थे, रंग तो याद नहीं पर हसीन थे

सूरज उगता तो था मगर मुशकिल से ही दिख पाता

दिखता भी क्यूँ ...

जब आसमां ने ही ओड़ ली हो बादलों की चादर,

तो हम क्यूँ देर करें सुस्ताने में पल भर

समय की टिक -टिक संग हमे याद आया कुछ देर से

हमे जाना है किसी और जहाँ, डी आई टी है जिसका नाम वहां

हर तरफ बिखरा सा पानी, याद है मुझे वो बातें मुंह-जुबानी

लेक्चर तो था एक बहाना, यारों से है जो मिलने जाना

फिर मुलाकात होने पर, मौसम की तारीफ़ एक-दूसरे को सुनाना

क्लास में तो कम, पर ढाबे पे अपना सैशन लगाना

धीमी-धीमी बूंदों संग वो अदरक की चाय पी जाना

बरसात थमी तो सही, वरना यूँ ही भीगते हुए घर को वापिस चल जाना

राजपुर रोड पे गर्ल्स का वो रेनी-डे स्पेशल फैशन दिखाना.

और बिना किसी छतरी के यूँही भीगते जाना...

पूरा दिन होता था यूहीं मस्त, अड्डे पे आके हो जाते थे पस्त

फिर शुरू होता था मैगी, मोमो, पारले-जी संग चाय का वो धुआं-धुआं सा दौर

और गिटार पर एक्सपेरिमेंट करता था कोई और

हँसते हुए बीतते थे वो दिन संग यारों के,

फिर रात को मुलाकात होती आसमां में सितारों से...

आज भी संग है ये आसमां,

पर आसमां से बरसते पानी को देखने की वो फुरसत कहाँ

मिट्टी की वो हल्की-सी खुशबू कहाँ

इस मेट्रो की लाइफ में वो बात कहाँ...

आज भी भीगा हूँ बरसात में खुद को बचते-बचाते,

बस देख रहा चुपचाप से कुछ यादों को धुंधलाते...